By Jeffrey R. DeRego
Part Five
The tenements are easy to scale, but I ring the apartment doorbell beneath the intercom instead. They don’t answer immediately. Someone thunders down the steps.
By Jeffrey R. DeRego
Part Five
The tenements are easy to scale, but I ring the apartment doorbell beneath the intercom instead. They don’t answer immediately. Someone thunders down the steps.
I smile … Continue reading→
Medicine for my Great-Grandfather Made from the Lyrics of Bruce Springsteen
By Jeremy Radin
I.
“Son, take a good look around / this is your hometown”
Drink this, piping hot, in one gulp from a teacup or else … Continue reading→
By Gary Phillips
That evening Warfield and Critch Duling stood on the rooftop of the Zenith Vending Machine Company in the Antelope Valley. The temperature in the desert area was warm and both … Continue reading→
War of the People
By Kristina England
“See, Damascus will no longer be a city
but will become a heap of ruins.” – Isaiah 17
A woman and child wake to their own ghosts,
whole families leveled by barrel bombs,
their ruins scattered through the news.
Aleppo today, Damascus tomorrow.
Or was it Damascus yesterday?
It’s so hard to keep track
of the plights for redemption,
revenge, terrorism,
whatever we’re calling it these days.
Bodies are piling up on every continent,
the definition of justice
different from one mind to the next.
A woman writes to the Boston Globe,
says she found no relief in the execution
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By Victor D. Infante
Part Six
Steph arrives at my place with a couple of plastic bags of Chinese food from Chang’s, because she knows I won’t eat the cheaper stuff that actually … Continue reading→